Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.